jeogi
in
openpockets
the north face: 1º
patagonia
dongwoo and hoya, gen, pg
a/n: apparently udon is really inspirational. also, i don't know.
i think businessmen are the weirdest of them all.
dongwoo looks up to see if anyone is actually listening. and, actually, only howon is, because they're the only two on the camping grounds right now. but howon really isn't.
"it's like, once they hit fifty they just open their eyes and say, 'i'm so sick of my world! i'm going to explore someone else's.'" howon nods. dongwoo would too except his neck is frozen stiff. "you know?"
"right." howon then walks to the other corner of the tent and he rummages about, the back of his thick down coat facing dongwoo's way.
there's no need, dongwoo thinks, to be so obvious. it was just one instance, anyway.
"i think gunam-hyung will be back with the crew soon," dongwoo says and there's a bit of a theatrical bemoaning sigh in the way he says it, just the way dongwoo knows howon hates it. the uncaring shrug vouches.
dongwoo gives up. "whatever," and slides past the bundle of thick scarves, until something grabs a hold of him by the belt.
"it was open," howon says. and then he adds, "you could have died."
dongwoo blinks. then laughs. and then laughs again. "you're right, i could have."
and then mr serious gets all frowny and he opens his mouth to reprimand, but dongwoo leans in and kisses the middle of howon's icy cold forehead and watches it flower in red and blue at the same time. dongwoo laughs again.
"you keep laughing like that, we're all going to die," a man shouts from outside.
dongwoo knows that's not possible, he did major in physics. but isn't that a funny thought?
in truth, i was planning on writing a yadong story where the two travel the world, but i'm not sure if i'll ever finish it. and that story was inspired by the film 180 degrees south: conquerers of the useless. i love that movie sigh. i think this will be the first of a collection of random shortfics!
dongwoo and hoya, gen, pg
a/n: apparently udon is really inspirational. also, i don't know.
i think businessmen are the weirdest of them all.
dongwoo looks up to see if anyone is actually listening. and, actually, only howon is, because they're the only two on the camping grounds right now. but howon really isn't.
"it's like, once they hit fifty they just open their eyes and say, 'i'm so sick of my world! i'm going to explore someone else's.'" howon nods. dongwoo would too except his neck is frozen stiff. "you know?"
"right." howon then walks to the other corner of the tent and he rummages about, the back of his thick down coat facing dongwoo's way.
there's no need, dongwoo thinks, to be so obvious. it was just one instance, anyway.
"i think gunam-hyung will be back with the crew soon," dongwoo says and there's a bit of a theatrical bemoaning sigh in the way he says it, just the way dongwoo knows howon hates it. the uncaring shrug vouches.
dongwoo gives up. "whatever," and slides past the bundle of thick scarves, until something grabs a hold of him by the belt.
"it was open," howon says. and then he adds, "you could have died."
dongwoo blinks. then laughs. and then laughs again. "you're right, i could have."
and then mr serious gets all frowny and he opens his mouth to reprimand, but dongwoo leans in and kisses the middle of howon's icy cold forehead and watches it flower in red and blue at the same time. dongwoo laughs again.
"you keep laughing like that, we're all going to die," a man shouts from outside.
dongwoo knows that's not possible, he did major in physics. but isn't that a funny thought?
in truth, i was planning on writing a yadong story where the two travel the world, but i'm not sure if i'll ever finish it. and that story was inspired by the film 180 degrees south: conquerers of the useless. i love that movie sigh. i think this will be the first of a collection of random shortfics!